Last week, I was tagged by Lauren from Scrapbook Blog to share my ‘Top 7’ things from 2018. Like Lauren, I’m still very much in a reflective mood, and therefore feel that this is a lovely tag to finish off 2018. Hopefully.Continue reading
If you follow us on Twitter or Instagram you’ll see that over the past few months we’ve had quite a few issues with our car. From the windscreen wipers (both front and back) giving up the ghost due to various connection failures or just because they fancied it to issues with coils and spark plugs (don’t you dare ask me to go into detail – I haven’t got a clue).
Basically, over the past few months (I’m going to go with three), she’s cost us in the region of over £700! £700 that we don’t have just lying around (thank the gods for credit cards).
The last time she broke down was when we were on holiday of all occasions. Out of nowhere, my EPC light came on and the majority of my throttle was lost. Thankfully, we were only a few meters from Farmer Palmers which meant I got her into the car park where it was safe and work out what the hell we do. After a phonemail to Sharon’s family and a trip to a recommended garage, everything was checked over and unsupringsly, she was fine with nothing reporting back as a fault. Whoo hoo for our wallet, but my anxiety levels hit a new peak.
I just didn’t feel happy driving her anymore. She wasn’t a pleasure. AND WE STILL HAD TO GET HOME THE NEXT DAY! Cue a very anxious drive home where no one spoke and my heart was pretty much in my throat the whole way home.
Every year for the past three years on Mother’s Day, I receive a barrage of emails up to a month before offering to “give her what she really wants” or “treat her” this Mother’s Day followed by streams of pretty pictures of candles, jewellery, wine, chocolates, and flowers. One year I saw a kitchen aid (although that is a pretty cool gift) and other kitchen related items with the tag line “no more boring dinners, dads”!
When Father’s Day rolls round, however (although I don’t get as many of these emails!), I still see the same sentiment, although this time “what they really want” are deals on games consoles, flying drones, and driving experiences. Even the food on offer is different. Mothers get chocolates, Dads get steak.
Where are all the deals on beer for #MothersDay!? It’s not just dad’s that like beer*, y’know. */Driving Experiences/BBQ’s/DIY.
— LesBeMums (@LesBeMums) February 27, 2018
It’s been quite a few months since we first started using Hopster and I’m pleased to say that I’ve totally embraced the use of apps, although still in moderation. If you had asked me pre-toddler I would have said no way – but with apps becoming more and more educational, it’s easy to see their charm – especially if they allow you a shower and a toilet break.
T now knows how to get around the app confidently – without needing us to get him back to the show he was watching – although it didn’t take long as it’s super easy to use! He happily explores the app and loves coming across new games or TV shows.
Last week, I was tagged by the lovely Alex from Lamb & Bear to take part in the ’18 Goals for 2018′ challenge. I don’t do New Year Resolutions as I find there’s too much pressure to complete them before you’ve even started – meaning they’re often a chore, and a Bucket List is often associated with your dying wishes – although I have written one in the past – and I don’t think one of those is required just yet!
So with this in mind, I thought I’d take part in a less pressured challenge to set myself 18 goals or ‘aims’ for me to complete or think about in 2018. The catch is, is that they don’t have to have an end if you don’t want them to, they can be a behaviour change or a change in your home, something personal to you or for someone else.
If you fancy joining in, please do, just let us know in the comments so we can see what your goals are!
This week I took part in my first gym session after two years of not setting foot in one since T was born.
I was never a massive gym buff previously, but after failing to conceive T for a number of consecutive months I felt it was my responsibility to think outside the box and make some changes – just in case it was me (which is was, but nothing specifically to do with weight).
One of those changes was to make myself healthier in the hope that perhaps if I created a better environment for a baby, one would appear. So I started working out at the gym after work religiously three to four times a week. We eventually conceived several months down the line, but whether losing a ton of weight and eating better was a contributing factor I’ll never know.